One of the funniest aspects of my writing is I am a perfectionist. The ideal scenario is that a scene will pop into my head, and I can write it down and fix a few grammar errors. Usually, I have a few plot points to piece together, or I have to discover everything that happens ...

There is cool comfort In the coldness of gazpacho That during summer Fills burning mouths Made from the souls Of martyred tomatoes Brought forth by the Earth and sun This cold sweet blood Brings balance To carless, unbridled passions Cold tasty bloody gazpacho Leaves pleasantries and joy The only kind to drink Warm, metallic blood ...

public glancesall sharp and nastyyet behind those looksyour eyes scanthe landscapeas you take inthe rise ofmy ebony moundsand stare at my nipslonging to caressthem with the warmthof your fingertipscareful not to be noticedas your eyes drift frommy nips to my hipsand to the gapbetween my thighsforcing the spacein your slacksto lessen yetkeeping yourlack and lusting ...

The waterfall spreads mist through the air, bouncing her hair into pins at a juggler’s act. And as the Fall bubbles at the crevices, she squints to meet the morning rays shining light on tiny droplets of sweat on her lips. Gets into a rush; pulls up the hanging A-line corner of her dress, tucks ...

Taking a deep breath, the young woman flipped over the first card. “King of Spades.” This was unusual. She’d rarely ever drawn this card. When she did, Damien often killed the person. “The King of Spades signifies power. You’re standing in judgment of others, using a strategic and militaristic mind. It’s the first day of ...

A Woman’s a Lotus planted firmly, deep into the water yet unattached, her leaves – they float above all.   She rises, holding chin up, and smiles through the day.   Outside temperature may be 50 degrees Fahrenheit, but she regulates the temperature of her flowers at 86 degrees Fahrenheit, bringing warmth to all, regardless ...

This month has been full of endings. This Is Us ended last Tuesday. I finished the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J.Maas. Both endings were brilliant and suited the mood. I will miss them, but maybe in 5 years, I can enjoy them again. I’m excited to see what impact these two different forms ...

My childhood memories end abruptly when the setting sun catches my eye. My escort and I decide to return to our hotel room and go to bed for the night. We fall asleep the instant our bodies lay in the soft beds. Once again, I find myself dreaming. I’m naked and floating in a large ...

A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment.   The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ...

Her duty was clear. The first day of the events within the Conclave mostly involved mingling, as the actual ceremonies didn’t take place until the end of the week. One of the last joining ceremonies was the ones for the slaves. After the ceremonies concluded, most of the dragons returned to their villages. Nia’s body ...